After Eight Moments…

Your loveIs better than chocolateBetter than anything else that I’ve triedAnd oh love is better than chocolate.Everyone here knows how to fight

Sarah McLachlan

I don’t have much of a sweet tooth, but every once in a while, I buy one of these Ritter Sport (“sport”?? Really? I don’t see how sports can be associated to chocolate, but hey, who am I to judge?) to nibble on. Like After Eight bars, they are made of dark chocolate and creamy mint filling, and they are my sweet péché mignon.

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They are made in Germany, I think, and they remind me of Denmark, because I used to buy myself some when I traveled around Vikinland. Sweet sweet memories, indeed.

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After taking the picture, this afternoon, it reminded me of Sarah McLachlan’s song, Ice Cream. It is one I like a lot, and one of the (very) few songs I can sing out loud without the slightest bit of shame.

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So, yeah, lots of useless information, but for some reason, I felt like writing some kind of “making of” for this After Eight Moment…

Our love is like chocolate
Melting softly between lips
And sips
Of champagne
As we drink
And think
Of the future
Together
Knowing that
If we keep doing it
Together
More than a bit
Together
We’ll get fat
Together
And what’s wrong with that?
Together.

I belong to Project Semicolon, ; for addicts, addiction, bi-polars, suicide prevention. I am now four years clean-and-sober. I medicate for addiction to alcohol. But I cannot find a pill to control my addiction to M&Ms, Ritter Sport, Dove Dark, and other liquors from the gods. I actually do NOT want such medication. This is my pleasure. My fat. My alcohol. (How I used to down frozen Ketel One in one hand, dark chocolate in the other… See what I mean?) “What’s wrong with that?” Thankful for the beautiful picture. I have to un-drool my keyboard…:o) ; ;